Billerica, MA - Instrumental

Blames herself for the abuse he created
I blame my deficient omnipresence
Any idea what that does to a marriage?
Picture razor blades between fingers and nails

I can't stop this vivid savagery
Daydreams of wondrous gore
Funny how trauma
Unlocks the sadist's prison door

Lay a hand on her
And that's the first part of you I burn
But by no means the last

"Why pursue violence" they say
"I mean, what does it even accomplish?"
I don't know,
Maybe I finally gain a wink of sleep
Maybe she and I embrance
And dance on top of his sorry corpse

If you find God
Wont you convey a message for me
Wont you explain to him the depths
The extent of my resentments?
This doesn't end in resolve

Who are you to judge my confessions?
You who put "good" and "evil" in quotation marks
I know what you're about
And it's grotesque

We share veins and heirlooms
And our hand-me-downs have turned varicose
I swear on my life
No one will touch her again

We sleep with a glock 30 SF
And we wear knife wounds for eyelids
I have not the heart for desertion
But loathing just arrives
So naturally



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Clark
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